The Curtain

To my love of the days when I loved you for I no longer do,
I think.
To the memories that I hid behind the curtain of that fogged window,
I see you and I there.

Behind that curtain, through that misty window,
I still see you.
Out there drenched in the rain, lie the times I regret,
I think.

The times spent being ripped apart and put together again,
Many a moon have passed between then and now.
My love for you fades and yet grows for those days,
I think.

The nights and the moons are the same outside the window,
We are not.
I see you and I meeting,
A small series of serendipity leading us there.

That, the moment of unexplained desire
Still makes my heart pound.
My fingers seek yours, entwine them,
Hold our amalgamated souls.
The reminder of all the divinity I understood.

Through the hazy window I see,
I do not love you anymore.
But without you I wouldn't have known,
The spaces between the spaces unexplored.

I wouldn't have known the heartaches,
But I would have missed out the feeling of a heart fulfilled.
The curtain separates the reminiscences and the realities.

Within that separation lies,
The difference between my love for you and the days I still love.
I do not love you,
And haven't stopped loving the days I loved you.

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